In 2080 the world has been over populated and ww3 has just ended many of the wealthy have moved to mansions on the moon and earth’s sister, Mars. But a new unknown power who call themselves the company has risen looking for hundreds of artifacts that are combined to create the “Chronicle” that lets them control the universe. This group hired many treasure hunters to find the artifacts.
Our adventurers were last seen defeating a small army armed with armor and hideous clockwork drones.

About this creation

Susan “Grab your vehicles and turn your radios to channel 15. Meet back here in 15 minutes.”
John “ OK see you in 15”

15 minutes later

John “Do you think we’re clear?”

Taka “No I do not.”
Susan “You have got to be kidding!”
John “What?”
Susan “I designed that.”
John “Great”

John “…to a trap.” Sighs
Susan “Oh it’s a trap! We have to get though that barricade!”
Molov “STOP!!”

John “Now that we have stopped with a small army with enough fire power to take Fort Knox trying to kill us what do you want!”
Molov “I want to know why we have to get through the barricade we could retreat and pick a better area to fight.”
Susan “Because I have a G-35 Gunship/Transport Waiting for me.”
John “You mean a Gunbo transport the largest air transport that can’t leave the atmosphere! How did get one.”
Susan “Yes, and don’t insult me I have 5 and my father designed them with my help when I was 12.”
Molov “Ok lets go”
John “Fine but that helicopter’s going to be a problem.”

Molov “Sir is it true?”
Captain “Yes it is just 30 minutes ago we declared war on America as a result Israel, South Korea and the European alliance have declared war on us and our allies have declared war on our new enemies. As a result it has officially been declared world war three. May all the worlds gods help us all.”

John “I’m down to one mag and the rest of my ammo…” sigh “…in my motorcycle.”
John “Well might as well make them feel it.”

Flash back

Unknown man “She is beautiful and smart…”

Unknown people “Ahhh”

Gun fire

John “Thank you commander”
Commander “No problem son”

John “Did anyone else make it?”
Commander “How much ammo you have?”
John “No one huh. 1 mag the rest was in the truck.”

Commander “Well we ain’t shooting our way outa here.”
John “Dang this area was supposed to be clear.”
Commander “Ever since we took Moscow they started fighting a guerilla war.”
John “I know”
Commander “Ahhhh!”